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No Kings is the second all-crew release from the Doomtree collective, the prolific pack of Minnesota musicians known for their explosive live shows, their ferociously DIY ethic, and their blatant disregard for the conventions of their genre.
All seven members of Doomtree have built solo careers as rappers, producers, or DJs. (Roster cheat sheet: P.O.S, Dessa, Sims, Cecil Otter, Mike Mictlan, Lazerbeak, Paper Tiger.) Individually these artists receive press from outlets like The York Times, NPR, Spin, Rolling Stone, and The Utne Reader. When they take the stage together, they’re an unstoppable storm of knuckle tattoos, fedoras, high-tops, and sensible flats—they’re funny together, desperately serious together, and their loyalty to one another is evident to everyone who’s seen a show.
Doomtree has a well-earned reputation for aggressive, innovative production that spans genre and era—borrowing from punk, classical, obscure rock, experimental, and foreign styles. Even for Doomtree, this new project is bold. If No Kings were a movie, it would be a cross between The Lost Boys and Tron. Or maybe a Quentin Tarantino take of Lean on Me: youth and innocence with a surreal and futuristic, pulp twist. Lyrically, the record rejects the youth culture of fashion magazines, and replaces it with stories and images that might be better set at an anarchists’ summer camp: escapades in subversion and free thinking. Contagious synth lines spike and dive, layers of percussion create a constant forward motion, infectious melodies loop on horns and distorted guitars, sub-bass hits your chest, then your gut, then the residents of the apartment below you.
Ultimately the title, No Kings, is a call for both rebellion and respect—obey no monarchs, seek no thrones. There are 808s in Neverland. There are no kings in Minneapolis. And Doomtree continues their ascent the same way they began: one city, one club, one show at a time.
Doomtree will tour extensively in support of the album—with a grueling North American routing, a SXSW showcase, and potential European and Australian dates.
It begins with a flash / I know they say it ends the same / bit of skill, bit of chance / now every player guess the game / we start with these planets waltzing through the darkness / tip the axis, that one’s ours / zoom the camera in, cue lights up, dim the stars / We shape the stone / paint our pictures on the wall / we hunt alone, plant in spring / learn to harvest in the fall / and we choose a king, mine the metals for his forges / to better wage our wars and all of Olympus is laughing / until we go and split the atom
Push that metal on down the road, we built this city on coal and gold / Money that trickles out, fill up that cup and sip it down / from the salt in the sails on down the rails / Everything’s for sale is the golden rule / including…well, I’m no fool / They get in a rush in a haze but I get out of mind, out of body, out of pocket / I don’t mind putting on a bit of mileage, but I won’t auto pilot with my eyelids shut / I’m still gunning, but I learned what’s worth hunting / and I learned what’s worth nothing / saw it / read it / outdone it
There’s no escape / They always looking for that easy out / but there’s nowhere to go / There’s no patience / They always looking for that easy out / but there’s nowhere to go
Now all the parts are running, sparks are spilling out the gears / Over some thousand faces waiting years to see this work / Aching cause they need it first / Patient, but they seem berserk / Craving for that feast of merch / Yo! Save a slice for me and her / Isn’t it marvelous…just darling (it’s the newest thing) / It’s totally harmless, but it’s charming (it’s the cutest thing) / But, it bites…not hard…just hard enough to break the skin / and your bone / and your back / and the bank / But wait, it comes with a warranty / for a week, and that’s respectable / It’s cheap and it’s ethical…well, it’s ethical…well, it’s magical really / See, you put the cash in the till, fill in the blanks and that’s it / For my next trick I’ll need your password and an exit / and then poof / cue the fog machine
Modern man / out of hand / motor mind / off the line / automate the operator / Can you hear me clearly? / I’m gonna live forever / give me guerilla arms / sling shot me into outer space in hyper colored glitter bombs / We’ll make our mark huh? / They’ll put no stops to us / We’ll leave our footprints on foothills and dance the Megatropolis / pushing evolution faster / catching continental drifts / Desperately Seeking Solutions to problems we know we’ll never fix / In the belly of a robot / out the valley of a microchip / Dialysis in Wonderland/ Apple Z the viruses / I’ve never been myself, there is no human experience / you can’t Apple S yourself / this is The Grand Experiment
Release/catalogue number: DTR-032
Release date: Nov 22, 2011